Signs...

I started to take pictures of the living room yesterday evening, when I could stand it no longer and decided not to wait to clean it. This week, since I've been stuck in bed, I have been turning the proverbial blind eye on it any time I walked through - left to his own devices, Didgeridoo Boy can make (ahem) miracles happen. But I took a good, hard look around in there yesterday, and discovered that not only did I need to run the vacuum, that there was a crash during Didge's NOS-fueled Wednesday night. (I mentioned the possibility yesterday and wondered if I had imagined it - nope.)

Here's a little of what I saw when I finally decided to let myself look: The coffee table was askew. A bowl containing a few popcorn kernels was sitting on the coffee table. Beside that, there was a sticky patch. On the floor in front of the coffee table were the remainder of the popcorn kernels, about a billionty. By the chair in which Didgeridoo Boy sits while playing video games was a chocolate Tootsie Pop wrapper and stick - the stick was stuck into the carpet, and the wrapper was on top, stuck to it. Over in the corner by the entertainment wall was a peanut - one single, solitary, roasted peanut in the shell, fully intact.

So what happened? The kitten dashed across the coffee table, crashed into and knocked over the bowl of popcorn remnants (which contained additional snack wreckage), and played like crazy with what came out. I don't know what Didge did, beyond the fact that he didn't clean it up.

Can you tell I've been watching "Twin Peaks"?

Oh, need to mention this - a billionty popcorn kernels sucked into the canister of a vacuum cleaner make one of the most interesting sounds in the universe. That was a new one for me.